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 Sep 2018 Daiene
lX0st
Renewal
 Sep 2018 Daiene
lX0st
I've never felt so tranquil
In my very own skin;
I would shed it
And grow another
Just to feel this way again.
 Sep 2018 Daiene
Samantha
She smiles
Like the sun kissed flowers
Staring up at the sky
On a field of never-ending blossoms in the summer’s light

But don’t be fooled
There’s a tempest brewing
The cumulonimbus clouds murk over her inner world
So deep into her immaculate soul it’s pursuing

She loves
Like the moon’s devotion
To the vault of heaven
On a glorious gloom

But don’t be fooled
Her darkness is the asphalt
On the terra firma
When the vale is most coruscating

She exposes
Her finest face
Like an overawed beau on the first night
Of *******

But don’t be fooled
Her behemoth lies slightly waken
In the depths of her muddled consciousness
Like a war solider awaiting command

She is two sides
Of the same coin
Tossing for heads or tails
Don’t be fooled


sa
13.09.18
 Sep 2018 Daiene
Krizhe Ming
Tumatanda
Nang walang pinagkatandaan
Lumalaki
Nang walang kinalakihan

Tumatanda
Nang walang natatandaan
Bakit kasi di na lang ako laging bata?
 Sep 2018 Daiene
thepoeticwit
"**** it"
no
I refuted

I said,
"Bless it"

The world is enough a hell to be ******
Why curse it further?
a mini-work
 Sep 2018 Daiene
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
 Sep 2018 Daiene
q
when you left
i cried
but somehow
when i returned home
i smiled
i felt reassured
you know me
you get me
you understand me
thank you
for being the first person
to read my poetry
and the last person
to make me realize
i am worth something
you mean the world to me
you gave me a home
when i never thought
i would feel at home again
you gave me your hand
and helped me find mine
you were
the first person
to read my poetry
and the last person
i will ever really
say goodbye to
 Sep 2018 Daiene
Dev
if water was made to taste sweet
and pure and fluid in motion
then why do I look in your eyes
and see a most stormy ocean
where boats do sink
and love is but a barren
island, almost swallowed by
the waves of self loathing.
Where boats do sink,
and lonely travellers need no hope
because they all think
that you are enough.
Your minutes sustain them,
like sand running through
their fingertips till
they're done with you.
And boats do sink
before they wash ashore
you cast out an anchor
but they want more
And so you remain, an island
untouched
your love is barren,
you are not enough.

— The End —